Periphery

omfg. yes.

Writings of Aakriti Kuntal

These alphabets they cringe, cling and wander

Amidst clouds of circles, in the lining of all light

where the water waits and the mother awakens

These words that arrive in formations

Of distilled solitude      Shared solitude       Collectiveness

Celebrations        Points of poetry           Points of war

Points of indulgence       of conveyance      of transaction

These words that people think that they take and bring

to existence           Plants in cold rain              Talking Too much

never enough         These words they think    are tools

that carve          that emboss          that shake

These words have never been strangers, somehow

But I don’t claim to take them in these soiled arms    Ever

I’m not that alive…

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Author: Sudden Denouement

A Literary Collective

1 thought on “Periphery”

  1. Ah. One of my all-time favorite writers. To not be that alive, you certainly do radiate the most amazing of thoughts and emotions with such an absolute intensity. And I always look forward to reading and feeling more of that.

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